Monday, December 30, 2013

Quiet on Set

We make a gingerbread house every year, but this year was a fiasco. Somehow the gingerbread turned out thick and puffy1, and the glue-icing wasn't gluey enough. I briefly got everything assembled, but then the house toppled, and no amount of jury-rigging would fix it. So...

The gals improvised, using the front of the house as a "movie set facade" and arranging the gingerbread men in a sort of old-time western shootout. Note the Twizzler railroad tracks, and my favorite detail, the sparkly red sugar-blood streaming from the victim.

Lemons into lemonade.

1 I blame the seventies-and-humid weather we were having when Sarah made the dough.

Friday, December 27, 2013


June wanted to start the new season of one of her favorite shows1 that had finished the previous season with a big cliffhanger. She said "I really want to watch it because it ended on a big hangover!"

Kids say the darnedest things.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Cafe Brulot

Photo by my cuz'

We had family festivities for Christmas Eve, and I wrapped up the meal by making a local classic, Cafe Brulot, basically warmed brandy with spices, set on fire, then mixed with coffee and served (after it's stopped flaming). I hadn't made it before and didn't really know what I was doing, but it turned out quite tasty — and no one was burned in the process. Good fun.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Santa As a Young Hipster

Dunno. I just drew this guy, a bearded hat-wearing sort-of-hipster. June said he looked like a young Santa.1 So there you go.

1 Santa is a long-lived guy. But presumably he wasn't simply spawned as a full grown Santa. He must have been young once. What what were his pre-career years like? Hmm...

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

At the Track

Yours truly and Miss Lulu (and some horses). Photo by Sarah.

We don't go to the track nearly enough. It's a fine place to be: the horses, the wide open grounds, sunshine, betting a few bucks, the people-watching. Yeah, especially the people-watching. It's officially "all walks of life": the country gentry in their cowboy boots and two-hundred dollar jeans, the urbanites breaking out their fancy hats for an afternoon, the hardcore betters with their cigarettes and crumpled tickets, the jockeys, the horse handlers... Fascinating.

Cats Are Crazy

When I got home, as I walked up to the front door, I heard Delilah inside, yowling to get out. I opened the door. She ran out. I went inside. When I got to the kitchen, I heard Delilah at the back door, yowling to get in. I opened the door. She ran in. Cats are crazy. 

Monday, December 02, 2013


I'm not a big re-poster, but I'm compelled to pass this video along: a really cool audio-visualization1 of where various pronunciations and idioms2 are used throughout the country. It greatly pleases my inner armchair linguist. And more specifically, it exactly answers the very question I asked on this blog a little while back: where is raining-while-the-sun-is-shining described as "the devil's beating his wife"? (Discussed in the video around 1:45.) As it turns out, it's mainly used in a region extending from right where I grew up in Virginia on down here through Louisiana and into eastern Texas. (So yeah, the South.) There you have it. Enjoy.

1 Is that a word? Whatever. If not, it is now.

2 "Idioms": sounds funny.